Page 57 of See Me After Class

I smiled. It was impossible to say no. She took my silence as a yes and swallowed my cock once more. At the same time, her hands went to my balls, cupping them in her soft palms as she dribbled all over me, sucking, licking, fucking me with all the strength she could muster.

At this rate, I'd finish long before I intended to. And that just wouldn't be fair.

"Stop," I ordered her.

She complied immediately. I lifted her up and turned her around to lean over the operating table. I fished out a condom from my coat pocket. Unlike Viktor, I wasn't one for taking chances in this department. I didn't need to add more to my reputation.

"Give it to me," she demanded, no longer begging. I wouldn't have denied her anyway. I wouldn't be able to, not for the life of me.

I slipped the condom over my raging erection and stood behind her. "Be a good girl," I drawled, "and open your legs wider."

She let out a cry as I grabbed her hip with one hand and my cock with the other before guiding the tip to her pussy. I rubbed the slick surface before pushing inside. She was tight, so perfectly hot and just… everything I wanted.

Get your head out of your ass, idiot. It’s just in the moment.

I braced myself and slowly pushed my cock inside her, then pulled back completely.

"Oh… OH!" The sigh of disappointment transformed to an all-out scream as I slammed into her the next second. I slowed down once more, enjoying her cries of discomfort as I fucked her with a patience she clearly didn't have.

She pushed back against me. "Please, please fuck me harder, Leon!"

When I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed her ass in both my hands and plunged deep into her pussy. She let out a guttural moan at the same time as me. She tensed and released her muscles, inviting me to stretch her tight channel. My balls slapped against her skin as I fucked her, going harder than I ever had. She was mine. Mine.

No, she's not. There are others with vested interests in this room, dumbass. And they're taking turns fucking the girl you're fantasizing about.

"Fuck this," I growled, pulling out. I turned her sideways and lifted her leg up and around me. My cock pushed further inside this time, and I just went for it. She cried and moaned, begging me to go harder.

"Fuck my pussy, yes!" She began spasming as I thrust, her pussy tightening as she came hard over my cock, squeezing down around me.

I captured her mouth with mine and swallowed her cries, my free hand tangling in her hair as I claimed her lips roughly. Her nails scratched my back as I fucked my way to my own climax, pounding into her, the blood in my head thundering as I shuddered and slowed until I finally stopped.

She kept her arms around my back for a long minute as we both took deep, long breaths. Something about this had been different from the last time we had sex. Last time, I'd only had a fleeting worry that she was doing things to my brain, things that I couldn't comprehend.

For the first time in this life, it felt like I was looking into a mirror. I took a deep dive into her gray irises, trying to read them. Nothing. She gave me nothing. Just as I was done, so was she. I pulled out while my head still tried to register how disappointed I was.

I'd wanted her to feel something else. Something beyond what I usually wanted from women. But that wasn't why we were doing this.

I steeled myself.

Desdemona Davenport was a persistent nuisance.

And when we were done with her, she'd be out of this institute and my life forever.

22

John

My turn.

When I first broached the subject with Viktor, suggesting that Desdemona Davenport needed to be taught a lesson, my thoughts were a confusion of intuitions and suspicions, rather than a concrete plan.

The finer details of our course of action only began to crystallize hours later, as we found ourselves debating the irregularity of her interest in my office.

Our reasoning was solid. Her behavior had become increasingly puzzling. She had an uncanny fixation on the three of us, me, Viktor, and Leon. This was not lost on us, and it begged a myriad of questions. Why, out of all the members of our community, had she singled us out? There were others, equally notable.

We sifted through every interaction, every fleeting encounter we had with her, trying to piece together the mosaic of her intentions. It was like attempting to assemble a puzzle without knowing the final picture. The more we delved into the nuancesof her actions, the more we realized that there was a layer of intent, a depth of strategy that we were missing. It was as if she were playing a game of chess, and we were still trying to understand the rules.

I had wanted to consider her as someone entirely unremarkable. But as days turned into weeks, her peculiarity just didn't make sense. She never overtly sought our company, yet we would often find her in our vicinity. It was engineered, all of it. And that was why we needed to corner her.

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